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CHRISTMAS STOCKING SERIES 


GYP 

AT HOME AND 
ABROAD 

By 

John Howard Jewett 

Author of The Bunny Stories,” etc . 

With eight colored illustrations 

BY ETHEL N. FARNSWORTH 

And many illustrations in black and white 


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NEW YORK 

FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY 


PUBLISHERS 


l^oARYof CONGRESS 
Two Codes Received 

SEP 30 I90f 

Copyright Entry 
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CLASS XXc., No. 

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COPY 0 . 


Copyright, 1907, By 
Frederick A. Stokes Company 


September , igo 7 


Gyp and the Hand 
Organ MonKey 




Gyp at Home and 
Abroad 


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GYP AND THE HAND. ORGAN 
MONKEY 


PHERE wasn’t a 
hand-organ in all 



Monkeytown, 
and strange as it 
may seem, the 
hand-organ-man had never 
visited that part of the 
world. 


All that the monkey- 
folk knew about hand-or- 
gan music, was that it was 


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THE HAND-ORGAN MONKEY 


a good thing for monkeys 
to keep away from, if they 
wished to be free and 

Only one monkey in 
Monkeytown, and he was 
very, very old, had ever seen 
the hand-organ man turn- 
ing the crank of a music 
box with one hand, while 
the other was busy hold- 
ing, or jerking, a strong 
cord with a young mon- 
key tied to the other end. 

This very old monkey’s 
nick-name was “Jocko De 



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THE HAND-ORGAN MONKEY 


Munk,” and he had been 
called Jocko De 
Munk so long that 
he had forgotten 
the name given 
him by his mon- 
key parents when 
he was chris- 
tened. 

Wherever 
Jocko was 
known, his 
monkey- 
friends 
thought he was very wise, 
because he had seen so 



THE HAND-ORGAN MONKEY 


much more of the world 
outside than they had seen, 
or wished to see, after 
hearing the stories Jocko 
told of his adventures 
when he was young, and 
ran away from his home in 
Monkeytown. 

Little Gyp Monkey one 
of the heroes of this story, 
who lived in Monkeytown, 
had often heard of Jocko 
De Munk and his stories, 
and one day when he 
found jocko resting in the 

top of a tall tree, Gyp po- 

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THE HAND-ORGAN MONKEY 


litely offered to get him 
some ripe cocoanuts, hop- 
ing the old story-teller 
would tell him something 
about what happened when 
Jocko De Munk was a 
young monkey like Gyp 
and his mates. 

Jocko thanked Gyp and 
said he should enjoy a very 
ripe cocoanut, for he was 
getting old and stiff in his 
arms and legs, and couldn’t 
climb quite as nimbly as 
when younger. 

Gyp soon found a large, 


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THE HAND-ORGAN MONKEY 


well-ripened nut, as big as 
his head, and climbed up the 
tall tree with it to the smil- 
ing old monkey who said: 

“You are the most civil 
and thoughtful young 
monkey I’ve met for many 
a day. Come and sit here 
alongside on this branch 
and let us have a little 
chat.” 

“That’s just what I 
would like, if you will do 
the chatting, for I’ve heard 
all about you and your 

travels,” said Gyp. 

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THE HAND-ORGAN MONKEY 


“Ah, have you, indeed?” 
replied Jocko. “Then 
there isn’t anything new 
for me to chat about, and 
I’ll keep still while you 
chatter.” 

“Oh, I didn’t mean ‘All 
about you,’ I only meant 
some of your stories and 
wish to hear more, if you 
please,” explained Gyp. 

“That is all right, I was 
only teasing you,” said 
Jocko. “What shall I tell 
you about first?” 

“Why you ran away, 


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THE HAND-ORGAN MONKEY 


where you went, what you 
saw, and how you managed 
to get back home again,” 
was Gyp’s rattling answer. 

Jocko smiled as he said: 
“It is getting too late in 
the afternoon for all that. 
I was several years living 
through the program you 
have laid out, but perhaps 
a part of it will do, in small 
doses, for to-day.” 

“Please begin at the 
beginning,” said Gyp. 
“What made you run 
away?” 


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THE HAND-ORGAN MONKEY 


“I wasn’t ‘made’ to, I 
was only restless and fool- 
ish and didn’t know when 
I was well off^ until it was 
too late to do me any 
good,” slowly replied 
Jocko. 

“Well, where did you 
go?” asked Gyp, eager to 
have the story begun. 

Jocko De Munk took a 
fresh sip of milk in the 
cocoanut and bracing his 
back against the branch 
behind him, said: 

“Sonny, I started alone, 


THE HAND-ORGAN MONKEY 


without knowing where I 
was going. I was bound 
for anywhere away from 
home and those who loved 
me, because I wished to 
find out where the big 
ships came from that some- 
times anchored in the bay 
down yonder, where the 
river empties into the great 
ocean.” 

“Is it far from here?” 
asked Gyp, for he remem- 
bered what a parrot had 
told him about escaping 
from a ship. 


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“Only a few miles down 
the river,” answered Jocko, 
“and I found a sailorman 
on the shore who took me 
with him to a big ship out 
in the ocean, and hid me 
in a dark hole until the 
ship sailed away.” 

“Were you frightened 
in the dark hole?” ques- 
tioned Gyp. 

“Not half as frightened 
in the dark as I was when 
the sailorman took me out 
on the deck, and with his 
strange, rough companions 


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THE HAND-ORGAN MONKEY 


stared at me, pulled my 
tail, blew smoke in my 
eyes from awful smelling 
pipes, and played all sorts 
of tricks upon me, which 
they called ‘having fun 
with the little baboon!”’ 

“Were you a baboon 
then?” asked Gyp, inter- 
rupting the story because 
he had heard of a larger 
and uglier kind of mon- 
key-cousins that lived 
in another part of the 
country. 

“Of course, I wasn’t a 


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THE HAND-ORGAN MONKEY 

baboon,” replied Jocko, 
“I was only a little, fright- 
ened monkey-boy, all alone 
among strangers, far from 
home — and I haven’t for- 
gotten to this day how un- 
kind and cruel their ‘fun’ 
seemed to me. 

‘‘The sailors were good- 
natured and meant me no 
harm, but I didn’t under- 
stand their ways then, and 
I was too proud to cry, and 
did not feel like laughing 
even when they tickled me 
under my ribs, and joked 
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THE HAND-ORGAN MONKEY 


each other about the dif- 
ference between a mon- 
key’s grin and a cheerful 
smile.” 

“What did you do when 
they teased you?” asked 
Gyp, very soberly. 

“Do? What could I 
do?” replied Jocko. “I 
tried biting and scratching 
and pulling away, but that 
only made matters worse 
for me and amused them 
the more. I soon learned 
a better way, and made 
friends of the sailormen 

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THE HAND-ORGAN MONKEY 

before my voyage was half 
over.” 

“Got used to their ways 
and didn’t mind, I sup- 
pose?” said Gyp. 

“Partly so, but I noticed 
they changed their ways 
when I changed mine. 
When I quit sulking, and 
made myself friendly, by 
cuddling up to the first 
one who said a kind word, 
or gave me a bit of some- 
thing to eat out of his 
pocket, they all began to 
pet me and say, ‘He’s a 


THE HAND-ORGAN MONKEY 


clever little monkey after 
all, and knows when he is 
well treated.’ 

“After this I had no 
trouble with the sailor- 
men, — the trouble came 
later when the ship reached 
her port, and I was left 
alone among strangers.” 

“Did you run away from 
the ship and get lost?” 
asked Gyp. 

“No I didn’t run away, 
I was given away, or sold, 
I never knew which, to the 

hand-organ-man. 

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THE HAND-ORGAN MONKEY 


“Keep away from the 
hand -organ -man, sonny, 
unless you wish to work 
for a living that somebody 
else gets, and board your- 
self for the privilege of 
wearing a red coat that is 
too large, a blue hat that 
is too small, yellow trousers 
that are too short, and a 
leather collar with a string 
hitched to it, that can jerk 
your head nearly off your 
body twice a minute when 
the pennies do not come 
down in showers.” 


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THE HAND-ORGAN MONKEY 


“You didn’t like the 
hand-organ-man as well as 
the sailorman, did you?” 
said Gyp. “Was he cruel 
to you?” 

“Not often cruel, and 
sometimes very kind,” re- 
plied Jocko. “When we 
were alone and resting we 
were good friends. It was 
only his way of doing busi- 
ness, when he jerked the 
string too hard, or beat 
me, or scolded about the 
‘lazy De Munk,’ as if it 
was my fault that the 


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THE HAND-ORGAN MONKEY 


smooth-faced children who 
followed us about had no 
more pennies to give, or 
preferred to keep them to 
buy candy with at the 
store.” 

“That was hard to bear,” 
said Gyp, as he crept a 
little closer to the old 
monkey’s side. “So that’s 
how you were given your 
queer name?” 

“Yes. Jocko is a fam- 
ily name, but ‘Da Monka’ 
was my pet name, used by 
the hand-organ-man b e - 


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THE HAND-ORGAN MONKEY 


cause he liked his own 
language better than any 
other. Between you and 
me, I will explain that only 
the hoodlum smooth faces 
clipped the pretty ‘Da 
Monka’ to ‘De Munk,’ and 
as hoodlums are all alike 
all over the world, the same 
thing happened here when 
I returned, and began to 
tell the other monkey folk 
about my travels.” 

“Do you mind being 
called ‘De Munk’ now?” 
asked Gyp. 


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THE HAND-ORGAN MONKEY 


“Not at all, not at all. 
I haven’t time to teach all 
the monkey folk to speak 
hand-organ Italian, and if 
I had, most of them would 
stick to the wrong way 
from choice, or stupidity. 

“I don’t mind a little 
thing like that, so long as 
they all treat me civilly, 
and speak of me as an hon- 
est monkey, who tries to 
be kind and friendly to 
everything that’s alive. 

“And that reminds me 
to ask you a question, do 


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THE HAND-ORGAN MONKEY 


you know any living crea- 
ture, big or little, with or 
without legs, or wings, or 
fins, that really likes to be 
hurt? Ever hear of one, 
sonny?” 

“Sonny” thought a min- 
ute before answering, and 
then said very quietly: “It 
would be very strange if 
anyone would like to be 
hurt. I know how it feels, 
and I didn’t like it, not for 
a little minute.” 

“Glad you have found 
out so much, so early. I 


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THE HAND-ORGAN MONKEY 


have great hopes of you, 
Sonny, if you always act as 
you think about hurting 
others.” 

“Please tell me the rest 
of your story, I like it bet- 
ter than the kind I make 
fo r myself,” said Gyp. 
“H ow did you get away 
from the hand-organ-man 
and find your way home 
again?” 

“It was easy to get 
away, but not so easy for 
a monkey to hide where 
the hand-organ-man or his 


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THE HAND-ORGAN MONKEY 


friends could not find him. 
There were no monkeys 
running loose where we 
traveled, and every smooth- 
face creature who saw me 
wandering about alone, 
would cry out: ‘There is 
the hand-organ-monkey! 
Poor little thing, he has 
lost his master, and looks 
so lonesome and home- 
sick!’” 

“Why didn’t you tell 
them you were trying to 
lose your master?” asked 
G yp. 


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THE HAND-ORGAN MONKEY 


“What good would that 
have done me, when they 
thought I belonged to my 
‘master’ as they called him, 
and not to myself? 

“Oh, Sonny,” said 
Jocko, earnestly, “never let 
anyone own you at any 
price. Not one of us 
knows how good it is to 
be free until we have 
learned how hard it is not 
to be free. But I found my 
sailor friend at last, after 
I had failed many times.” 

“What! the same one 


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THE HAND-ORGAN MONKEY 


you first knew?” asked 

G yp* 

“Not the same one, but 
one from the same ship, 
and taking pity on me, he 
brought me safe home, 
when his ship sailed on her 
next voyage. 

“Look at the beautiful 
sunset over there, Sonny. 
It is time you ran home to 
supper. I will tell you more 
some other time. Come 
again soon, Sonny, I’m fond 
of young monkeys and — 
ripe cocoanuts. By, by!” 

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Dummy The Pet Seal 


II 

DUMMY THE PET SEAL 

OR a long time 
after Jocko Da 
Monka’s story 
of the monkey-boy, who 
sailed away in a ship, and 
lived to sail back home 
again, to escape from the 
hand-organ-man, Gyp kept 
up a very lively thinking 
about the ocean, the ship 
and the sailorman. 

Gyp knew of a brook 



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DUMMY THE PET SEAL 


that ran from the moun- 
tain to the river, because 
he had followed the wind- 
ing little stream for miles 
through the meadows and 
fields, until it seemed to 
loose itself in the river near 
the swimming place. 

The great river he knew 
went flowing on and on, to 
somewhere beyond the 
forests, further than he 
could see from the highest 
tree tops. 

Others, besides Jocko, 
had told him of the great 

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DUMMY THE PET SEAL 


shining ocean, that made 
the water salty in the 
Monkeytown river twice 
every day, when the ocean 
tides came up to meet the 
brooks, and cover the 
smooth white sand on the 
bathing beach. 

Gyp did not really know 
just where the ocean was, 
or how far away, but he 
was sure it must be some- 
where, and Jocko said he 
had made the trip from 
Monkeytown to the ship 
in one day. 


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DUMMY THE PET SEAL 


When Gyp planned a 
fishing trip, he did not 
always explain to his good 
mother-monkey all he was 
going to do, because he 
did not always know what 
might happen to change 
his plans; and his good 
mother always trusted her 
Gyppie to do right, and 
keep out of mischief if pos- 
sible when out of sight. 

One Friday evening, Gyp 
said he would like to go to 
bed early and get up be- 
fore sunrise for an all-day 


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DUMMY THE PET SEAL 


outing with his fishing rod 
and lunch-box. 

“I’m afraid you will get 
tired before the day is over,” 
said the mother-monkey, 
“and I hope you will keep 
away from the river.” 

“I’ll come home when 
I am tired, but don’t worry 
about me if I am late, 
mother,” said Gyp. 

“How can I help worry- 
ing, if you are away all 
day,” said his mother. 
“Why are you planning to 
go so far , or stay so long! 

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DUMMY THE PET SEAL 


Can’t you trust your 
mother with your secret?” 

“It is a secret mother,” 
answered Gyp, “but I will 
tell you all about it when 
I come back. I’m going 
to see where the river goes, 
as far as I can, but I’ll be 
careful and get home by 
supper time. Please let me 
go, for I couldn’t help tell- 
ing you my secret.” 

“I’ll trust my boy be- 
cause he trusts his mother; 
you may go, and we will 
keep the secret between 
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us,” said the smiling moth- 
er-monkey, as she kissed 
Gyp ‘good-night,’ with a 
promise to have his break- 
fast and lunch-box ready 
for him early in the morn- 
ing. 

Gyp was up and off on 
his tramp very soon after 
sunrise, and before noon 
he came to the shore where 
the river ended in a deep 
bay that was a part of the 
broad and wonderful ocean. 

This was the ocean Gyp 
had heard about and 


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DUMMY THE PET SEAL 


thought about, and yet had 
never dreamed of such a 
great sweep of water, that 
seemed half as large as the 
sky. 

Out in the bay was a 
ship, lying steady and mo- 
tionless, as if asleep on the 
water, and near by on the 
beach was a strange smooth- 
face sailorman playing with 
three queer, clumsy little 
animals, that were flopping 
about on the sand and 
barking like hoarse puppies 
at play. 


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Gyp waited and watched 
the frolic for a few minutes, 
half afraid the sailorman 
might not prove friendly, 
or wish to take him to the 
dark hole on the ship, and 
sail away as the other sailor- 
man had taken Jocko. 

The strange group on 
the beach at last tempted 
Gyp to go near enough to 
call out in his very kindest 
tones: “Oh, sailorman, may 
I come and play with you, 
and will you let me go 
home afterwards?” 


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DUMMY THE PET SEAL 


“Hello, monkey-boy,” 
answered the sailorman, 
“what are you afraid of? 
Come over here and see 
the show; we are not kid- 
napping monkeys on this 
trip, so don’t be afraid.” 

The cheery voice and 
hearty manner of the sail- 
orman, gave Gyp fresh 
courage, and without wait- 
ing a minute he ran down 
the beach, and taking off 
his hat he bowed to the 
sailorman and looking at 
the strange creatures sim- 


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DUMMY THE PET SEAL 


ply asked: “What are 
they?” 

“Never saw a baby-seal 
before? Well, you are a 
fresh young monkey,” re- 
plied the sailorman. 

“ Baby-seals ! Where do 
they come from? What 
are they good for? How 
do they walk without any 
legs?” asked Gyp all in one 
breath. 

“You ought to carry a 
pocket dictionary, you ask 
so many questions at once,” 
jokingly answered the sail- 
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DUMMY THE PET SEAL 


orman. “I have told you 
they were baby-seals, and 
they are the brightest little 
cubs that ever went to sea 
in a ship. They have 
come with me from the 
other side of the ocean.” 

“Is it far?” asked Gyp. 

“Only several thousand 
miles from their home in 
the north?” said the sailor, 
“and these poor little or- 
phans are good for pets, if 
you have nothing better 
when you are lonesome.” 

“Is that all?” asked Gyp. 


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-“That’s all they are 
good for to me, and that’s 
ienough, so long as they are 
happy, but I have known 
folks who kill them to use 
their fur for warm cloth- 
ing,” said the sailorman, 
and added: “You don’t 
wear or need fur capes and 
overcoats over here in this 
hot country, do you?” 

Gyp thought of the 
hoodlum-monkeys, who 
had once shut him in a 
barrel, and then slyly said: 
“I wore a ‘wooden over- 


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coat’ once, but I didn’t 
need it only a little while,” 
and then he asked: “What 
do the seals do without 
legs?” 

The sailorman chuckled 
as he answered: “The 
same as you do without 
wings: they use what na- 
ture gave them. They 
swim very well in water, 
and flop around pretty 
lively on the rocks and 
beaches, with those strong 
flippers they use for arms 
and hands. Look out or 


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you’ll get a cuff you will 
remember.” 

“Are they brothers and 
sisters?” asked Gyp, step- 
ping away from the seal he 
was petting. 

“They lack one sister of 
being ‘brothers and sisters.’ 
Haven’t you learned to 
count?” said the teasing 
sailorman. 

“Oh, yes, I see now, the 
two brothers have one sis- 
ter, and the sister has two 
brothers, that’s easy,” re- 
plied Gyp. 


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You are a scholar. 
That’s the whole arithme- 
tic of this family,” replied 
the sailorman, as he picked 
up the smallest seal and 
patting his soft plump sides, 
said: “Poor little cub has 
lost his voice and can’t 
scold or find fault if he 
tries. Can you, Dummy! ” 
“Can the others talk?” 
was Gyp’s next question. 

“Yes, in their own way, 
and they are learning fast 
how to talk with me,” said 
the sailorman, “but this 
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little cub lost his voice by 
plunging into the bay for a 
swim, when he was hot 
from play with the others. 
He can only try to talk 
with his eyes now, until he 
gets over his cold, if he 
ever does.” 

“H ow does he talk with 
his eyes?” asked Gyp, as 
he looked at the baby-seal’s 
large, round, earnest eyes. 

“Smiles with them when 
he’s happy. Frowns with 
them when he is teased, 
and cries with them when 


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DUMMY THE PET SEAL 


he is hurt or grieved. 
Dummy seems to like you, 
on short acquaintance; 
there is no frightened look 
in his eyes when you pat 
him,” said the sailorman, 
carefully putting the seal in 
Gyp’s arms. 

“Oh, please give him to 
me, I’ll be good to him,” 
exclaimed Gyp. 

“Have you any young 
monkey-sisters or brothers, 
or cousins at home that 
you will give me in ex- 
change?” asked the sailor- 

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man with a twinkle in his 
kindly eyes. 

Gyp dropped the seal 
on the sand and stepping 
a little further away he 
promptly answered: 

“We don’t trade our 
own monkey-folk for any- 
thing. We are too fond 
of each other to do such 
a wicked thing, but I wish 
you would give me the lit- 
tle one; you will have two 
left.” 

“Tell you what I will 
do,” said the sailorman; 


DUMMY THE PET SEAL 


“the big brother is getting 
cross with Dummy, and 
makes lots of trouble, un- 
less I keep them apart in 
the tanks they live in on 
the ship. If you will be 
kind to Dummy, and let 
him live in the water most 
of the time you may take 
him home. You live near 
the tide water above here, I 
presume?” 

Gyp’s eyes sparkled as 
he thanked the sailorman, 
and asked: “How can I 
keep Dummy from swim- 
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DUMMY THE PET SEAL 


ming away and getting lost 
in this great ocean?” 

“Hitch him with a light 
chain on the shore, where 
he can paddle in the water, 
and give him plenty of 
fish to eat, until he gets 
tame and too fond of you 
to wish to go wandering 
away.” 

Gyp thought a minute 
and then asked: “Couldn’t 
we fence off a big corner 
of our cove where the 
rocks are high and steep 
on both sides, and where 


DUMMY THE PET SEAL 


Dummy could be left loose 
without the chain?” 

“Capital plan,” said the 
sailorman. “Good-by, 
little Dummy; the mon- 
key-boy knows just what 
kind of a home a poor 
little orphan like, you 
ought to have. You’ll like 
the change when you are 
used to it, and get over 
your lonesomeness. Take 
him along in your arms, 
monkey-boy, and don’t 
drop him on the way. It 
is time I went aboard ship 

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DUMMY THE PET SEAL 


with these babies. Be 
good to Dummy. Good- 
by!” 

Clasping the baby-seal 
in his arms close under the 
flippers, and face to the 
front, Gyp proudly marched 




off with his prize. That 
long homeward trip would 
almost make a story all by 

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DUMMY THE PET SEAL 


itself, for the seal, though 
small, seemed to grow 
heavier every mile, and be- 
fore the journey was over 
he began to squirm and 
flop and talk with his eyes 
in a manner that even a 
monkey-boy stranger could 
understand. 

Gyp made good time on 
the way, reaching home be- 
fore dark, and the aston- 
ished family listened to his 
story of the strange new 
pet until bedtime. Then 
Gyp and his father-monkey 


DUMMY THE PET SEAL 


gave Dummy a fish supper 
and put him to bed in an 
old boat that was half full 
of water, and covered it 
over with boards and 
branches for the night. 

Dummy soon became 
the pet of the neighbor- 
hood, and every monkey- 
boy who owned, or could 
rig a fishing tackle, was 
so eager to catch fish for 
the baby -seal’s breakfast, 
dinner and supper, that 
the father-monkey said 
it looked as if it 


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had rained fishes every 
morning. 

With plenty to eat, and 
a good appetite between 
meals, Dummy seemed 
quite contented, except 
just before sunset on 
pleasant days, when Gyp 
would let him lie on a flat 
rock where he could see 
the river running to the 
ocean. 

At such times Dummy 
seemed homesick, and 
though he liked the music 
of Gyp’s harmonica, he 
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would turn his face toward 
the setting sun and look 
wistfully in that direction, 
sniffing the air as if he 
was hungry for a real 
sea-breeze, or could hear 
other music in the dis- 
tance that reminded him 
of home. 

Then Gyp would imag- 
ine Dummy was talking 
with his sad eyes, asking 
for his seal-mates, which 
made him almost willing to 
set his little pet free, until 
with more fish and music 


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Dummy would seem to 
forget his homesickness. 

The boy monkeys had 
great fun watching Gyp 
and Dummy go in swim- 
ming together, Gyp wading 
in the shallows, while 
Dummy splashed and dived, 
and obeyed the lightest 
pull on the long cord when 
Gyp called him to come 
inshore. 

Monkey-Pug, who was 
a hoodlum kind of a mon- 
key-boy, was often present. 
H e was a fearless swimmer 
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and diver, and sometimes 
Gyp would let him take 
Dummy into the deep div- 
ing pool near a tree on the 
river bank, where all could 
watch the sport. 

One-afternoon after 
school hours, while Mon- 
key-Pug was performing 
with Dummy in the deep 
pool, the baby-seal became 
too frisky and the quick- 
tempered monkey struck 
Dummy a sharp blow on 
the head. 

Dummy dived, and staid 


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DUMMY THE PET SEAL 


under water so long that 
the impatient Monkey- Pug 
jerked hard on the cord, 
and began treading water 
while waiting for the seal 
to come up. 

Suddenly Dummy’s head 
appeared close beside 
Monkey-Pug, and quick as 
a flash, Dummy clasped his 
flippers tight around the 
monkey’s body, and with 
his full weight sank to the 
bottom, dragging Monkey- 
Pug with him. 

The startled young 
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monkeys on the bank 
watched for the heads to 
come up, but only ripples 



and bubbles could be seen 
where the water had closed 
over the pair. 

A full minute which 
seemed a much longer time, 
passed in silence, until the 
frightened watchers in the 
tree and on the bank 
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thought Monkey-Pug must 
surely be drowned. Then 
at last, up came the gasp- 
ing monkey’s head above 
water, with a gurgling cry 
for “help!” 

With a long pole and 
quick work, the half 
drowned and thoroughly 
frightened monkey was 
pulled ashore, rolled on a 
log to get the water out, 
and the air into his lungs 
once more, until he was 
soon able to sit up, but the 
baby-seal had disappeared. 

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Saddened by the loss of 
the pet, and the strange 
ending of the sport, the 

monkey-mates helped 

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Monkey-Pug away, while 
Gpy ran home to the sunset 
rock, hoping that Dummy 
would come back when he 
heard his voice or the 
music. 

Gyp played his merriest 
tunes on the harmonica, 
until twilight came, when 
to his joy he saw Dummy 
pop up his head far out in 
the stream, and crane his 
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neck from side to side as 
if trying to see whether 
Gyp was alone. 

“Come back to me, 
Dummy. Come home to 
your supper; no one shall 
strike you again!” cried 
Gyp. 

' Dummy shook his head 
half sadly, but firmly, gave 
a few quick little barks, 
the first Gyp had ever 
heard from his pet, and 
slowly came in toward the 
shore, until he was near 
enough to take a long 
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good-by look at his friend, 
with a new light in his 
talking eyes. 

Something seemed to 
tell Gyp that his little pet 
was trying to say “good- 
by” and as Dummy turned 
down stream toward the 
ocean with a few more 
joyful little barks, Gyp 
waved his hand in silent 
farewell. 

Standing alone on the 
sunset rock Gyp watched 
his dear little baby-seal pet 
swim away into the dark- 

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ness, and he fancied the 
sea-breeze brought back an 
echo of a parting message 
from Dummy, which 
seemed to say: 

The wide, wide ocean is friendly. 
And though I go alone, 

I leave you with friends and 
kindred, 

You were kind — but I seek my 
own. 


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^ HE first thing a 
boy-monkey out- 
grows is a birth- 
day; the last thing 
is his home, and 
there is always one thing 
he can never outgrow, and 
that is his mother’s love. 

Gyp had outgrown more 
than a dozen birthdays 
since his first knicker- 
bockers, and his last new 

suit with long trousers, was 

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too short one way, and too 
small the other. 

The trouble with Gyp’s 
new suits was that they 
were too long in coming, 
and as he was an only son, 
the family was too short of 
boy-monkeys for Gyp to 
have any brotherly help in 
wearing these outgrown 
suits. 

Some of Gyp’s monkey- 
mates had a regular step- 
ladder arrangement of 
younger brother-monkeys, 
who came right up the 


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steps every year, one at a 
time, for the same suit, 
until the last little brother- 
monkey had all the spots 
and patches, and what was 
left of the garment. 

Among the several things 
that Gyp had not outgrown 
was his curiosity about the 
hand-organ -man, and the 
strange stories that Jocko 
Da Monka had told him 
about the other side of the 
world. 

One summer when the 
long vacation began, a 
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strange visitor came up the 
river in a boat and landed 
at Monkeytown. Meeting 
Gyp on the 
beach the 
stranger spoke 
kindly to him, 
and after a 
little chat he 
surprised Gyp 
by asking: 
“H as a swear- 
ing parrot from my ship 
ever been seen about 
here ? ” 

Gyp answered by asking 



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another question: “Are 
you the Captain Sailorman, 
who sent us the big placard 
about the wicked parrot, a 
few years ago ? ” 

“ The same,” replied the 
Captain. “Do you know 
anything about that 
wretched talking bunch of 
feathers ? ” 

“I know more about 
him than I like to re- 
member, for I am the 
only boy-monkey who 
ever went to school to 
that parrot,” answered 
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Gyp, blushing a little. “ I 
found the parrot in the 
woods alone and hungry, 
and I learned some new 
words from him, which cost 
me a good ducking to 
unlearn.” 

“Hope you have for- 
gotten all the rascal taught 
you, by this time,” said the 
Captain. 

“I have tried to, but I 
haven’t forgotten the lesson 
that came after, and I think 
that parrot would have had 
one to remember too, if 


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we had met since,” said 
Gyp, in a very earnest tone. 

“Right you are, my 
hearty,” said the Captain. 
“That Poll had a bad 
bringing up and improved 
all the opportunities for 
imitating the worst, that 
came with bad company. 
Might have been a respec- 
table parrot with half the 
effort.” 

Gyp changed the subject 
by asking the Captain abou t 
his ship and voyage, and 
with a new plan in his 


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mind he invited the Cap- 
tain to come home with 
him and meet his father 
and mother. 

The Captain half- 
guessed what was passing 
in Gyp’s mind, by the 
questions he asked, and 
before luncheon was over 
he turned to Gyp and said: 

“How would you like 
to take a voyage with me 
as cabin-boy?” 

This brought a sparkle 
into Gyp’s eyes, and before 
the Captain left Gyp had 
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persuaded his father and 
mother to let him spend 
his vacation on ship-board, 
not as a cabin-boy, but as 
a cabin-passenger. 

Gyp’s proud father 
promptly gave the Captain 
to understand that the 
best was none too good 
for Mr. Gyppieton-Mon- 
key’s only son, and that 
he preferred to pay for 
Gyp’s trip as a part of his 
education. The journey 
to a distant port would 
give Gyp nearly three 


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months’ absence, with 
the prospect of seeing 
something of the great 
world outside of the little 
Monkeytown world, which 
Gyp felt he had already 
outgrown. 

The good mother- 
monkey tried to hide in 
her own heart the sadness 
of parting by smiling 
bravely, and packing up 
everything she could think 
of for Gyp’s comfort on 
the voyage. 

Some of the packages 

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Gyp thought were more 
useless than useful, except 
for a travelling hospital, 
but he didn’t say so be- 
cause he knew that every- 
one of them was wrapped 
with his mother’s tender 
love and anxious care. 

When the day came for 
Gyp to say good-bye to 
his home for the first time 
in his life, the father and 
mother-monkey made the 
parting a little easier by 
going with him in their 
own boat down the river, 


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to see him safely aboard his 
new home on the great 
ship. 

Gyp watched the small 
row-boat returning to his 
old home, with the two 
dear ones who loved him 
best in all the world, until 
it became only a speck in 
the distance up the. bay 
and river, and he cried a 
little very softly alone in 
the bow of the ship, before 
the Captain’s jolly voice 
hailed him with: “Cheer 

up, Sonny, you and I must 
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be chums now. We will 
have some new kinds of 
fun on this trip, or there 
are no fishes in the sea.” 

And sure enough the 
Captain was right, and 
before the voyage was over 

They had lots of fun that was funny, 
and some 

That wasn't so funny, in the. long 
days to come. 

Gyp enjoyed hearing 
the sailormen tell strange 
stories of the strange lands 
they had visited, and about 
the curious trinkets they 

had gathered for keepsakes. 
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The Captain showed 
him the interesting maps 
and charts of the seven seas 
he had sailed over, and 
explained the wonderful 
compass box, with a turn- 
ing finger that always 
pointed in the direction of 
a single star in the sky, the 
one star of all the count- 
less thousands overhead 
that never changed, never 
failed to show the way by 
day or night, in storm or 
darkness, while the com- 
pass held true to the star. 


GYP’S VACATION VOYAGE 


In the Captain’s cabin, 
which Gyp shared, were 
many books and other 
maps that told about the 
different countries divided 
by the great waters, and 
many a long day or even- 
ing on the broad, silent 
ocean, was shortened and 
made interesting by study- 
ing and talking with the 
Captain about “The world 
inside of little covers,” as 
Gyp liked to call the Cap- 
tain’s library. 

At one of the ports, 


GYP’S VACATION VOYAGE 


where the ship anchored 
to get a supply of fresh 
water, Gyp asked the Cap- 
tain to take him ashore, to 
see if they could find the 
hand-organ-man. 

A quiet twinkle always 
came into the Captain’s 
eyes when Gyp spoke of 
the “hand-organ-man,” as 
if the “Master” Jocko had 
known was the only one 
in the world. 

Almost as soon as they 
landed on the wharf, the 
Captain and Gyp 
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GYP’S VACATION VOYAGE 


surrounded by a crowd of 
noisy folk, who eyed Gyp 
and began to clamor: 
“Sella-da-Monka?” “Me- 
buya-da-Monka! ” “What- 
you-taka for da Monka?” 
until Gyp was nearly fright- 
ened out of his wits. The 
Captain, however, sternly 
told them the monkey 
wasn’t for sale, and threat- 
ened to duck them one 
and all in the dock, if 
they bothered his friend 
any more. 

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GYP’S VACATION VOYAGE 


fierce manner made the 
crowd scatter, a n d as they 
ran away, some of them 
shook their fists and 
shouted, “Bada-man! 
Bada-man! You steala-da- 
Monka!” 

Gyp understood only 
enough of this excitement 
to get the idea that mon- 
keys were scarce, and that 
had he been alone he 
might have been captured 
and made to serve a 
“master” as J ocko had been 

in days before. 

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To help him forget his 
fright the Captain showed 
him the beautiful parks 
and gardens, where all were 
free to ramble, and the 
great towering Cathedral 
Churches that were open 
all day and all night long, 
every day in the year, and 
on the walls and arches 
of which were large and 
beautiful painted pictures 
the like of which Gyp had 
never seen, or dreamed. 

When they were safely 
on board ship again, 
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Gyp questioned the Cap- 
tain about the trouble 
on the wharf, and asked 
if the hand-organ-man 
was one of the noisy 
crowd. 

“They were all hand- 
organ-men, or getting 
ready to go into the 
business,” said the Captain. 

“What? Is there more 
than one hand-organ- 
man?” asked the innocent 
Gyp. 

“Thousands of them,” 
replied the Captain. “You 

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GYP’S VACATION VOYAGE 


will find these strollers 
almost everywhere, and 
most of them are the kind 
we saw on shore, for this 
place is the home of the 
strolling hand-organ-men.” 

“Why do they go all 
over the world, and what 
do they do?” asked Gyp. 

“Because they love 
music — and more to eat 
than they can get at 
home,” jokingly replied 
the Captain, “and the half 
work and half play of turn- 
ing the crank of the organ 
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GYP’S VACATION VOYAGE 


seems to come natural to 
those who are born tired 
or lazy.” 

“Do they all have mon- 
keys to pick up the pen- 
nies?” asked the wondering 
boy-monkey, who was be- 
ginning to find that Jocko 
had not told him all about 
the subject. 

“Not all of them can 
afford to own a monkey, 
but many would like to, as 
you saw by their eagerness 
to buy you to-day.” 

Gyp snuggled up to the 


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GYP’S VACATION VOYAGE 


Captain and somewhat tim- 
idly asked: 

“Do you like the hand- 
organ-man?” 

“Of course I do, in his 
place,” replied the Captain. 
“There is a good deal of 
the boy left in me yet, and 
all children like hand-organ 
music with or without 
a monkey to pick up 
the pennies. I used to 
know, when I was on shore, 
a grown-up sailorman who 
always had a handful of 
pennies for the children to 


GYP’S VACATION VOYAGE 


give to the monkey, or the 
hand-organ-man, while the 
sailorman sat under a tree 
and laughed at the cross 
neighbor over the way who 
grumbled and kept asking 
the question: “How much 
longer are you going to 
keep that wretched hurdy- 
gurdy disturbing this quiet 
neighborhood?” 

“Then the sailorman 
would laugh again and an- 
swer, ‘Don’t be in a hurry, 
the children are happy and 
I have a whole barrel of 


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pennies to waste in trying 
to teach you to love music, 
or to be quiet and not 
disturb others who do!’ 

“I can tell you, Sonny, 
for true, that I have had 
more fun for my money’s 
worth in this way than 
an old growler could buy 
with all the money in his 
bank.” 

“So you were the grown- 
up sailorman with a barrel 
of pennies to waste?” slyly 
remarked Gyp. 

In answer to this the 


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cheery Captain began to 
sing a little song as if to 
himself alone, the words 
of which were: 

“God bless that dago’s magic 
grace! 

Old mem’ries backward wind; 
A boy I knew can still retrace 

The paths he loved, and find 
Still waiting there the one sweet 
face 

The years have left behind.” 

“That was your mother’s 
face, wasn’t it?” said Gyp, 
softly, when the Captain’s 
song was ended. 

The Captain looked over 
his shoulder, as if to see 


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that no one else was listen- 
ing, as he replied: 

“Yes that is one — and 
perhaps there was another, 
nearer my own age in those 
days, when she and I used 
to listen to the hand-organ- 
man’s music of a moonlight 
evening.” 

“Was her name ‘Dago?’ ” 
asked Gyp. 

“No, no!” quickly re- 
plied the Captain. “I 
haven’t mentioned her 
name even to you; and the 
‘Dago’ is only a kind of a 
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nick-name sometimes given 
to the hand-organ-man, 
and I wouldn’t use it if I 
were you, Sonny.” 

And so the days went by, 
the one star that the com- 
pass obeyed leading them 
straight on and on in their 
course, while the voyagers 
little dreamed of the dark 
day and darker night they 
were soon to meet on the 
way. 


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IV 

DUMMY TO THE RESCUE 

HILE the good 
ship sailed on 
and on the jolly 
Captain and Gyp made the 
long days pass pleasantly 
with story-telling by the 
sailors, who had learned 
to like Gyp, and enjoyed 
teaching him how to sail 
a ship. 

Then came a dark day, 
without sunlight, and the 



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DUMMY TO THE RESCUE 


sea was wrapped in a cold 
gray mantle of fog-banks, so 
heavy and darkening that 
even the lookout of the 
masthead could see but a 
few feet beyond the bow of 
the ship. 

When night came, not 
a star could be seen, while 
the ship rolled uneasily in 
the great blackness over, 
under and all around. 

Suddenly in the night 
there came a terrible shock 
and crashing of timbers, 
and in the confusion and 
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DUMMY TO THE RESCUE 


darkness Gyp heard the 
Captain shout: 

“Man the life-boat! — 
the ship is sinking! Be 
lively and get out of the 
way of that iceberg if you 
can. Don’t wait for me.” 

A few minutes later Gyp 
found himself clinging to 
the Captain who was 
clinging to a small raft toss- 
ing about on the water, 
and he heard voices from 
the life-boat, calling: 
“Shipmate, ahoy,” for a 
few minutes, then they 


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DUMMY TO THE RESCUE 


faded away in the distance 
and all was silence and 
darkness. 

All the long night the 
raft floated and drifted, 
while the Captain anxious- 
ly watched and listened, 
and when morning came, 
although the fog hung 
heavy upon the water, they 
could hear a low rumble, 
which the Captain said was 
the surf breaking on a reef 
or the shore. 

Nearer and nearer grew 
the sound, until the Cap- 


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DUMMY TO THE RESCUE 


tain tightened the straps of 
the life-preserver each had 
put on before leaving the 
ship, and said to Gyp: 

“The tide is running 
high and may carry us on 
the rocks where the surf is 
breaking. Keep cool and 
cling to my back when we 
strike, and the good Lord 
may save us from drifting 
here, until vye die of thirst 
or hunger. We are in His 
keeping, and can only 
trust and wait. Ready 
now, and hold fast!” 


DUMMY TO THE RESCUE 


With a steady rising mo- 
tion the raft was lifted on 
the crest of a great incom- 
ing wave, and before Gyp 
had time to realize the 
danger of being dashed 
senseless upon the rocks the 
raft was swept far up on 
the shelving ledge and the 
strong Captain had scram- 
bled to firm footing, with 
Gyp pluckily clinging to 
his back. 

The raft was carried 
back by the rushing waters 
to be tossed and battered 


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until only fragments re- 
mained, making it plain 
how narrowly they had es- 
caped with their lives. 

Wet, cold and hungry, 
the shipwrecked pair soon 
discovered that they had 
been cast upon a small 
rocky island with a single 
clump of fir trees on the 
highest point, where they 
were glad to take shelter 
and start a fire with the 
driftwood scattered on 
the rocks, the Captain’s 
'water-proof match box 
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having luckily kept his 
matches dry. 

For an hour or more it 
seemed as if the prospect 
of perishing from hunger 
and thirst on this lonely 
rocky island was about the 
same as when drifting on 
the raft, until Gyp, in 
groping about in the fog, 
chanced to find a hollow 
place in one of the rocks, 
in which a small pool of 
rain water had been formed. 

This water had been 

caught in the basin-like 
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DUMMY TO THE RESCUE 


hollow as it trickled down 
from the sloping rocks 
above during recent show- 
ers, and when Gyp had 
called the Captain to taste 
it, both were so refreshed 
and thankful that they al- 
most forgot how hungry 
they were. 

The Captain’s quick eye 
soon found traces of seals 
and sea-gulls on the ledges, 
and telling Gyp to keep a 
sharp lookout for either 
he began to gather more 
driftwood to keep the fire 
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DUMMY TO THE RESCUE 


blazing for warmth and 
cheer. 

As Gyp crept along the 
ledges he tried to whistle a 
lively tune to keep up his 
courage, but somehow the 
tune changed to the famil- 
iar air of “Home, Sweet 
Home.” 

Suddenly he heard a 
splash in the water and saw 
on a bed of sea-weed close 
to the shore, a row of heads 
all turned towards him. 

Gyp could scarcely be- 
lieve his eyes, for there 
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before him were half a 
dozen gray seals, and in 
spite of the tears that filled 
his eyes, he kept on whist- 
ling to keep their attention. 

Slowly, one by one, the 
seals flopped off the slip- 
pery ledge into the water 
until only one listener was 
left, and this one seemed 
to have a narrow dark 
band around his body. 

Almost without thought 
of what he was doing, Gyp 
cried out: 

“Oh, Dummy is that 

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DUMMY TO THE RESCUE 


you? Don’t go away, 
Dummy!” 

Instead of hiding in the 
water as his mates had 
done, the big seal gave a 
joyful bark and hitched 
and flopped still nearer, 
while Gyp climbed down 
to a flat rock close to the 
shore and cried out again: 

“You know me Dum- 
my, don’t you? I am Gyp, 
and need a friend. Come 
here and let us play that 
this is our old Sunset rock.” 

In the old days Gyp had 


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DUMMY TO THE RESCUE 

taught Dummy to trust him 
and not to fear him, and 
the seal came slowly but 
unafraid to Gyp’s side and 
began to talk with his eyes, 
as if to say: 

“I’m glad to see you, but 
how came you here?” 

While petting the seal 
the thought came to Gyp 
that perhaps he could make 
Dummy understand how 
hungry he was by picking 
up a stone, offering it to 
Dummy, and pretending 
to try to eat it himself. 


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DUMMY TO THE RESCUE 


After repeating the mo- 
tions a few times, the seal 
moved off to the water, 
looking back as he went, as 
if to say: 

“Wait a minute, I’m 
coming back.” 

Something in Dummy’s 
eyes made Gyp feel sure 
that the seal would return, 
and in a few minutes up 
came Dummy bringing in 
his mouth a big fish, which 
he laid on the rock at 
Gyp’s feet. 

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his dripping friend and 
motioned toward the water 
again. At last Dummy 
seemed to understand that 
more fish were needed for 
breakfast, and off he went 
to the water. 

Gyp hurried away with 
the fish to the Captain by 
the fire, and back again 
to the rock to wait for 
Dummy, hastily calling to 
the Captain: 

“Keep away out of 
sight. I have found a 
friend who will fish for us 


DUMMY TO THE RESCUE 


while you cook our break- 
fast.” 

Dummy soon brought 
another fish, larger than 
the first, and with more 
petting and hugging and 
motioning, he was kept 
busy bringing fish until 
Gyp could hardly wait any 
longer for his own break- 
fast. 

Making believe to eat 
the raw fish with him, Gyp 
had the pleasure of seeing 
Dummy devour a part of 
his catch, and when the 


DUMMY TO THE RESCUE 


seal took to the water 
again, Gyp joined the 
Captain with an armful of 
fish, quite enough, the Cap- 
tain said, to keep them 
from starving for several 
days. 

While eating his share 
of the fish cooked by the 
Captain, Gyp explained 
about the strange meeting 
with his old pet, and the 
Captain said it was the 
best fish story he had ever 
heard, that he quite be- 
lieved to be true. 


DUMMY TO THE RESCUE 


With no means of escape 
from the lonely island, the 
Captain and Gyp waited 
several days for the fog to 
lift, living on the fish and 
rainwater, and enjoying fre- 
quent visits from Dummy, 
who soon learned to like 
the Captain and seemed 
to enjoy his whistling even 
better than Gyp’s. 

Meanwhile the Captain 
had rigged a tall pole with 
a white signal of distress, 
by using his own and Gyp’s 

linen, and when the wind 
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freshened and the fog 
cleared away, a passing 
steamer saw the waving 
white flag and sent a boat 
to their rescue. 

Dummy lay on the rock 
watching them as they 
sailed away, saying: “Good- 
by,” with his talking eyes, 
and though Gyp was sorry 
to leave his pet behind, he 
knew how glad and thank- 
ful Dummy must have felt 
when he went swimming 
away from Sunset rock, and 
when an echo brought 


DUMMY TO THE RESCUE 


back the message: “I go to 
seek my own.” 

Fortunately the steamer 
was bound for the same 
northern port the Captain 
was trying to reach when 
the iceberg sent his good 
ship to the bottom of the 
ocean, and the cast-aways 
were given the best of 
everything on board, with 
the promise of being safely 
landed in a few days at the 
Captain’s home. 

Once there, the Captain 
told Gyp, he could get a 
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new ship for another voy- 
age, and until then they 
must make the best of 
their misfortunes, but Gyp 
must share his home until 
the new ship was ready. 

On reaching the Cap- 
tain’s port, both went to 
the Captain’s tailor to or- 
der new suits, and Gyp 
was so pleased with his that 
he had a photograph made 
of himself to send to the 
father and mother-monkey 
at home in far off Mon- 
keytown. 


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When the letter and 
photograph came, the anx- 
ious parents could hardly 
recognize the change that 
a few months and a new 
tailor had made in their 
only son. 

Over and over they read 
Gyp’s letter, while the 
weary months of waiting 
slowly went by, and often 
at sunset hour the lonely 
mother-monkey would sit 
on the old rock where 
Gyp and Dummy had 
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sing to herself a little song 

of her own making: 

“ May the stars watch over, and twin- 
kle my love 

To my boy far over the sea; 

My love is as large as the sky above — 
And I know he is thinking of me.” 


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sun drop down below the 
far off sea rim, he would 
repeat over and over again 
the thoughts nearest his 
heart: 

“The world is wide — will he miss the 
track ? 

I wonder if Gyppy will ever come 
back!” 

P. S. One day there 
was joy in the cocoa-palm 
trees, for a handsome 
young monkey returned 
from his long vacation, 
far over the seas, full of 
wonderful things he had 
learned. 


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A shipload of clothing 
the Captain had brought to 
offer for sale in his boat, 



and every young monkey 
in Monkey-land bought a 
ready-made red flannel 
coat. 


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The Captain made Gyp 
a co-partner in trade, the 
work and the profits to 
share, and both made a 
fortune, and I am afraid 
our Gyp’s now a sad 
millionaire! 


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